#title idea

[hysprince]

𓊆⛪️𓊇⠀Cannibal NPTS。

⠀⠀tagging ； @boyfrills

this list includes names of different cultures。please only use the names of those cultures that you are apart of。 🤍

❛ Names⠀；Reznik。Carnivore。Cannibella。Meatette。Gorden。Zeno。Carnera。Schechter。Metzger。Fleischer。Kanni。Kilson。Cornelia。Desdemona。Mortimer。Flanagan。Eztli。Brandeis。Izcacus。Kitsu ( 狐 )。Cutter。Thorne。

❛ Pronouns⠀；Canni ／ Cannibal。Man ／ Maneater。Cut ／ Cutup。Sli ／ Slice。Stab ／ Stabbed。Blood ／ Bloods。Meat ／ Meats。Eat ／ Eats。Devour ／ Devoured。Org ／ Organs。Skin ／ Skinned。Kill ／ Killer。Carn ／ Carnivore。fle ／ flesh。cho ／ chomp。tea ／ tear。rib ／ ribs。meal ／ meals。fea ／ feast。🥩 ／ 🥩 's。🫁 ／ 🫁 's。🫀 ／ 🫀 's。🦴 ／ 🦴 's。

❛ Titles⠀；The Cannibal。The ( Human) Carnivore。Man-eating Carnivore。One Who Eats Flesh。The Cannibal's next Meal。The Divine Cannibal。One Who Commits Cannibalism。The One Guilty Of Being a Man-Eater。The One Who Will Feast One You。Everyone's Darling Cannibal / Carnivore。

[mr-solivagant]

Potential titles for something...

Nagmahal, Nasaktan, Nagbalikan Noong Nobyembre (Loved, Hurt and Came Back Together in November)

Held by Hypocrisy

Lie of the Land

Thoughtless Ambition

That's all I got... Yeah

[tintedhq]

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This technically isn't for any fighting game series in particular; just a clever naming convention that I truly don't need credit for. You guys who make fighting games and fighting fangames remember Street Fighter: Rainbow Edition? Tack on something to a title of your next game, but make the tack on ":Dirty Marble Edition". I know it is going to attract lots of... interesting people, but hear me out. Because the good of that title outweighs the bad. It is a low syllable count tack-on, meaning people won't spend five centuries to look it up. And the material is super-cool and interesting looking too! It is basically the kind of Marble-ish material that just winds up or tangents its own blacks and grays weirdly. It is a super-cool-looking material. You'll know it when you see it. Awesome, right? And hey, if anyone asks, I don't support being 'out there', so, if someone says I'm a jerk, push them out the door for bringing up my dark past, as I don't like thinking about my poor friend-picking choices from when I was more active on PlayStation Network. Not that I wasn't like that in some respect, just being polite.

[luananowhere]

too shy to vote

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[sadagios]

they call me icarus, because i would burn my wings for you.

[beastlyidiocy]

when the 𝑓(𝑥) = 𝑎𝑥³ + 𝑏𝑥² + 𝑐𝑥 + 𝑑 😋

[justanimaniac]

Time for more uh random doodles

[captainadwen]

Damian Wayne vs the World

Sixteen year old Damian Wayne is on the hunt for a younger sibling. Being more discerning than Bruce 'child collector' Wayne, Damian's firm criteria for Batman's latest adoption problem includes but is not limited to: black haired, blue-eyed, tolerable humor, not evil, and most importantly - younger than Damian.

Lucky for him, fourteen year old newbie vigilante Danny Fenton is the perfect fit. Now, to fulfill his end of their deal, Damian must defeat the evil government organization hunting Danny in order to gain a baby brother.

Or, @livinghalfway your post made my brain go !! but in such a different way I figured it was better to make a separate post, hope you don't mind/enjoy still

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Damian Wayne re-entered Tim Drake's life like a gnat revealing itself in a closed bedroom space. Tim was in t-shirt and a boxers, maneuvering ramen into his mouth with one hand and scribbling out an epiphany on a murder case with another, when Damian's demonic dulcet voice echoed down from the ceiling. "Drake," said Damian, judgemental, "You live like this?"

Tim nearly choked on his ramen, because the day Damian doesn't attempt to murder him - however doubtfully accidental this incident might be - is the day Darkseid decides to be friends with the Justice League. "Fucking knock," Tim coughed out. "And get out. No one invited you in."

"Put better traps if you don't want me here," said Damian, dropping from the ceiling where he'd crawled in on wall-clamps.

"This is my apartment," said Tim. "It's called courtesy."

Damian sniffed. He padded around to Tim's desk and frowns at his cases, then said, with no further lead up, "I need your assistance."

"No," said Tim.

"You did not even listen to my request."

"Don't need to," said Tim. "Answer's still no. Door is that way. Bye."

"Father says mutually assisting each other is beneficial," said Damian.

"Father," said Tim sarcastically, "blamed me for you exploding a glitter bomb in the batcave two weeks ago."

"That is your fault for not being able to provide evidence to the contrary in an appropriately efficient manner," said Damian. He squinted down at Tim. "And he apologized. Eventually."

"I would not have glittered the batcomputer," said Tim. "Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to backup those servers? No, because you don't like tech work, you just profit off it."

"Blaming me for Father's mistake," said Damian, "Most mature of you. But we must put our differences aside. I have selected a new family member and I need you to dismantle a government organization."

That drew Tim up short. He blinked down at his ramen as though it might explain Damian's words to him, but the ramen remained disappointingly uninformative. "Repeat that," said Tim, gesturing with his chopsticks. "Slower, and with more detail."

Damian pulled out his phone and sent him an email. Silence surrounded them in the brief moment it took Tim to set aside his chopsticks and open the email. The subject line was titled 'New Baby Brother', which birthed all sorts of horrifying nightmares of Damian Part 2: Demon Child Boogaloo. The teen in the inserted picture, however, was reassuringly not in possession of Damian's bone structure.

He did have black hair and blue eyes. "Who am I looking at?" asked Tim.

"Daniel Fenton," said Damian. "He is fourteen years old, enjoys puns, and has recently awakened 'ghost powers' that allow him to transform into the vigilante Phantom to fight other ghosts."

"Is he also an orphan with a tragic backstory?"

"No," said Damian, and Tim relaxed. "But that will not be an issue. We can share custody if they cannot be removed from the picture."

"Jesus H, kid."

"I am joking, of course," said Damian blandly. "Murder is wrong."

"Ha ha," said Tim. "If he has parents already he's not joining our menagerie."

"He will," said Damian, with a smug upwards tilt of his lips. "He and I have a deal."

"So you're coercing him in addition to stalking him. Anything else you want to share with the class?"

Damian considered this query with a serious frown, which was how Tim knew this was not a flight of fancy or a very early midlife crisis (although with their lifestyle and Damian already having died before...).

"He has," said Damian after a moment, "a rogue that calls himself 'The Master of all Technology' and is a technopath." This was clearly meant to be of interest to Tim, and not to be a stereotype, but it kind of was.

"Great." Tim turned his attention back to the email the demon child sent him. He scanned through it quickly. There was apparently a secret and evil government organization dedicated to the investigation and extermination of 'ghosts' and other paranormal creatures in the world. Their latest efforts were focused on the town of Amity Park, Illinois, which was 'infested with ectoplasmic pests'. Their words, not Damian's. (It was specified in the email.)

"Okay," Tim drummed his fingers against his desk. "Before I help you defeat this secret evil government organization so that," he opened the email attachment with a contract on it and squinted at the legalese, "this poor newbie teen you've harassed into signing this joins the family in exchange."

"I did not harass him," Damian huffed. "It was a gentleman's agreement."

"Does he know that?"

"I am not a politician, Drake. I thoroughly explained the terms and legalities before presenting any contract. Now ask your question."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because," said Damian, tone implying 'you are stupid and haven't noticed something obvious, idiot'. "Father has begun saying he misses the noise around the manor and looking wistfully at old pictures."

"We still live there though?" said Tim. Damian looked flatly at him. "Sometimes."

"If you lived there frequently enough," said Damian, "you would already know Father is having...empty nest syndrome." Damian sounded disgusted. "I refuse to tolerate whatever inadequate and incompetent child he will find."

"So instead you found an incompetent and inadequate child for him?"

"Don't be stupid, Drake," said Damian. "I would not have chosen someone inadequate. Daniel is merely lacking formal training. Father can rectify this. It will keep him occupied for at least the next two to four years, which gives me enough time to find another black-haired, blue-eyed, tolerable child I approve of to be his successor and my second younger sibling." Damian paused. "Or until one of you procreates and gives him a grandchild."

"You're really serious about this," Tim whispered in horrified awe.

"I am serious about everything I do," said Damian. "Now, you will help me defeat this evil government organization so that our new sibling joins us."

"Okay," said Tim, but his mind snagged on a minor, throwaway detail, so utterly in odds with Damian 'Demonic Jealous Child' Al Ghul it surely came from another person - "Did you just call this kid your successor?"

[hysprince]

ৎ୭ ﹔ Sunday iD Pack 。。。self-indulgent No KiN ／ iD ／ me tags

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ unless moots

⠀「⠀ Names ﹔ Sunday* 。Soleil* 。Sören* 。Diviny 。Dawn 。Helios 。Cyrus* 。Avery 。Evangeline 。Angélique* 。Engla 。Angeil 。Zaniel 。

⠀「⠀ Pronouns ﹔ Hwe／Hwim 。Wi／Wing 。Angel／Angels 。Di／Divine 。Sad／Sadden 。Lone／Lonely 。Cage／Caged 。Arch／Archangel 。Fall／Fallen 。Lo／Lost 。Hide／Hidden 。Hao／Halo 。Sor／Sorrow 。🪽／🪽 's 。🕊／🕊 's 。⛪️／⛪️ 's 。🎹／🎹 's 。

⠀「⠀ Titles ﹔ The Brother in Hiding 。The Winged One 。The One in It 's Own Caged 。He Who Cannot Forgive Nor Forget It 's Past 。The One Who Seeks For Comfort Within Itself 。Thy Who Changed 。He Who Cherishes It 's Sea Angels 。The Brother In Charge 。He Who Was Once The Leader Of The Oak Family 。It Who Plays The Sadden Piano 。He Who 's Now Gone 。

{ * } — We also use this name

[oddthesungod]

Wasn't planning on finishing this one today, but felt like it would be right to get it done for Crit Role's 10th anniversary!

So here's another one for my mock romance novel covers, this time with the Lord and Lady of Whitestone <3

[petite-madame]

Angel & Demon - (2024)

[thekaiserroll]

A smooch for Snooj

[crabsnpersimmons]

Have You Eaten? now on Ao3!!

welcome welcome! have you eaten?

the first story of my restaurant DCA AU Have You Eaten? is up on Ao3 now! Have You Eaten? is gonna be a series of stories, rather than a multi-chaptered work (like New 'Do, Same You) so i hope you'll enjoy the variety!

you can find the series here on Ao3

thanks to @starriegalaxy for proofreading

Note: don't worry, i haven't forgotten New 'Do, Same You, i'll be working on both at the same time because they're both near and dear to my heart and they're tonally very different, so switching between the two will give me some variety too

[choccy-milky]

from my new oneshot, 'the vexing village of vellmore' ✨ ao3 / wattpad ((it's about seb & clora visiting a cursed village and trying to figure out how to break the curse, and since it ended up being 50k words i decided to split it into 2 chapters and the next part will be out soon!🙏 also, while it does have spoilers for the raven and the snake, it's a standalone story and can be read blind💖))

[chronicowboy]

the bigger they are (the harder they fall) | 6.7k

"I can wiggle my fingers and toes. My helmet's still on. I feel pretty okay for a guy who just got swallowed by a building." Eddie huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "Now, am I cleared to move, doc?"

"Asshole," Eddie mutters. Delights in the way Buck doesn't budge an inch. "Yes, you can move."

Eddie watches the shift of Buck's turnouts, listens for any signs of discomfort as he moves, and then Buck's face appears in the gap. Powdered like one of the beignets he'd tried to make the other day, eyes screwed up to squint through the darkness, a slow relieved smile stretching his lips. The most beautiful thing Eddie has ever seen.

"Good to see your face, bud," he murmurs, letting his own smile take over.

"It's a nice face," Buck agrees easily, grin turning shit-eating.

"It's fine." Eddie rolls his eyes. Buck scoffs. "The brain behind it, however..."

"Hey," Buck squawks.

"Buckley, Diaz, please." Hen's voice, desperate and thick with preparatory grief. Buck meets his eye through the gap.

"Don't have a radio," Eddie tells him. Buck reaches for his.

"Hey, Hen."

"Buck, oh, my God." Hen takes a deep breath, grounds herself. "Buck, are you okay?"

"We're okay," Buck says, soothing in a way that makes Eddie want to shut his eyes and just bask in it.

"We?"

"Eddie and I got buried. There's a wall of concrete between us, but we're mainly unscathed. Nothing life-threatening. You just gotta come and dig us out."

"Already on it." Her voice rings clear and strong then, falling into Captain Wilson like it's second nature. "We'll be with you soon. Let us know if anything changes and take care of each other."

"Always do," Buck whispers, letting his hand fall away from his radio.

Eddie shifts back onto his haunches and sits with his shoulder to the gap in the wall. Buck shifts into the exact same place on the other side, and Eddie thinks momentarily of his pilgrimage to the confessional six months ago.

"I feel like I should confess," Buck mumbles with a huff of laughter. Eddie's head whips towards him, eyes startled wide.

"What?" he breathes out, knows Buck can't actually read his mind, hadn't that been the whole problem in the kitchen?, but still—

(or: my seismic shifts trapped dads speculation)